Chương 62: VESSELS OF TRUTH - THE TRUTH WILL PREVAIL!!!!!.
***In Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean' North West Region -Saccurrus- also known as the home to the wild.
***In the Inn..
The fightings were over, most of the cultists were killed and the rest were captured and would be used in entertaining and sadistic ways that no military cultivator here cares enough to ponder about.
The clean up team were already present as they are sending dead bodies into a spatial cube for transportation and then destruction and sometimes the more disgusting process called recycling!.
Now that everything is moving fluidly, an injured Julian and the rest of the bunch scans the entire space for any defaults or hidden arrays. They finally found a spot in the room or rather the ground-level floor that's completely hollow.
A Rank Two Warrior Knight with a massive metallic sledge hammer still coated by dried blood moves up for the task.
The armoured mountain of a man moves to the spot with the scary hammer on his shoulder and then he heaves the hammer up. Mana flows into his weapon as a small vibrating frequency appears like a coat on the entire body of the hammerhead that's as big as a barrel.
*GROAN..*, A deep groan comes out of the hulk's throat and then.. he strikes down!.
*BOOM!*, The floor vibrates lightly with the unnoticeable barrier behind the hollow entrance snapping as a circular hole sinks inwards with slabs of concrete falling in.
Dust rises a bit and all cultivators could sense the uncomfortable shockwave of the warrior's mana hitting against the arrays mana. The shockwave against their battered bodies feels anything but good as the feel their minds ringing.
"I'll be going in..", Their Captain says calmly with nobody in the team in Disagreement.
The Captain stands tall as a battle hardened Peak Level Rank 3 Warrior with an Elite bloodline and even better Cultivation Arts he has mastered.
He is the symbol of true power in their military squad and there are even rumours that he has once survived a stray attack from a Rank Four high level cultivator!!!, someone not an entire rank but rather an entire division above his own.
Unlike the rest of the Squads Blue and Gold armours, The Captain's own stands different in his cold White and Gold armour coating his frame with a powerful image of Two Powerful Wings by the sides of a Normal sword weaved artistically on his chest plate out of a slivery metal in Order to show his connection to the Infamous arm of the Court that oversees this territory,.. the Sliver Wing Clan.
Their Captain is obviously not in his best shape with burns and blood on his armour, Bloodied face, a cut and a couple of cracks here and there but they all know that an injured peak level Rank Three Cultivator is much better that three fully healthy Rank two's especially if this Cultivator is their Captain.
The Captain pulls off his back a now unsheathed Bronze Great sword with rune markings across the centre in its six inch wide heavy and stainless blade and its tip stays pointed for killing.
A wave of mana through his Rank three armour lights up some strips of metal and everyone near-by could feel the pulse and the sharp and cold change in his Aura as the metal around his neck rearranges into a Grey and Silver helmet that stands a sharp Contrast to his mainly white armour.
The space in front of his helmet lights up with a murderous white glow as the Captain jumps right into the hole in the floor with his wine heavy coat rushing behind him.
'I can never get used to that..", Julian thinks to her self as she sees her Captains Cold and quick transition before jumping into the hole.
Sipping through air with his dark wine Cape slapping in the air for two seconds, the Captain lands underground with his feet crushing the already broken fragments of Concrete that once hid the secret Entrance.
It's dark in here but he can see every detail clearly. His guard is up and his weapon is ready as he steps forward through a small passage way.
Looking left, he sees bars and a space behind the bars. It's a prison, no.. looking at the terrible broken bodies of different races and ages behind this bars, the captain immediately knows its a cage.
Four Cages infact with two on his left and two on his right and each of them holds tens of bodies of people who he can only imagine to have gone through the worse of times.
The Captain isn't much surprised by the brutality in each of this spaces but the fact that they are freshly killed bodies instead of living breathing people surprised him.
Looking at the end of the short passage way soon answers his question. A dead human lying slouched down against the wall with a dagger in his chest and a slit wrist coated with dried blood.
On the wall behind the obviously dead cultist is a simple image painted in dried crimson blood. The image shows a eerie eye with another smaller eye of the same simple yet dark pattern in the bigger eye pupils.
Under the eye image is the common wordings of the specific Cultist Group known as 'Vessels of truth' that says..
ȚHÊ ŤŔŲȚH WÏŁĽ PŔËVĄİŁ!..
The Captain stares at the Dead Cultist's body for a few seconds while understanding that the Cultist has made a decision to lay waste to the countless lives in their Cages since there is no escape. The bastard then draws their eerie symbol and slogan with his own flowing blood then claims his own life with a dagger to make a last statement.
The Captain stares on coldly for a while then he calmly raises his Great sword.
"I hope you find circles of suffering and torment on the other side..", He says calmly and coldly before the tip of his bronze blade falls without much effort and into the body of the already dead cultist.
*PLOP*.. The body explodes into chunks of meat, bones and blood but the pieces that touch the Captains armour burns off as soon as it makes contact as if being purified.
There is no such thing as good Cultivators or bad Cultivators as all of them are nothing but hypocrites yet all cultivators atleast on Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean' have come to a generally accepted notion that most,.. no all Cultists were of the Devil!.
The things they do make other Cultivators feel like Saints!.
Ever since the Great Siege that almost wiped out the Continent and its forever mark on history, the popularity of Evil Cultists further powered by their depraved and more sinister ideas and feats made sure that the flames of hatred stays as strong and fiery as ever.
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***Meanwhile..
On the Outside of the building, A small crowd were Casually watching and discussing the operation of the Elite Soldiers and millitary.
Within this Small Crowd stands Haniel who just recently arrived as he inquires from people about what had just happened.
His robes were lazy and casual as usual and his breath still stinks from a hard beer. He didn't at all stand out and is mostly over looked without the slightest suspicion of who he is -A Cultist belonging to the Cult Vessels of truth..
He gets as much information as the other drunk men, lazy cultivators and casual viewers can provide it and then he stumbles his way out of the already dissolving crowd.
His mind us in tumiol as madness reflects in his heated gaze..
'The grand ritual is just in two years!..
'Why were these blasphemer Soldiers cracking down their hideouts and freeing their Sacrifices?..
'They don't really care much so why now when the ritual Is drawing closer?!..
'They ruin everything!!!!..
'Those darn blasphemers ruin everything thinking they can hide the truth!!..
'No, the truth will prevail!!...
'The truth must prevail!!!!!..
'The World would watch in shock as the truth prevails!!.
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